This morning while I was brushing my teeth, I looked at myself in the mirror and it suddenly hit me. What if that’s not me? What if mirrors are portals to parallel dimensions and I’m just having an interaction with another me? I tried to move quickly, do unexpected things to throw him off and catch him in his ruse, but then I realized, he’s thinking the exact same thing as me. It’s a stalemate. So, we just stood there, staring at one another, contemplating life, and then we made out.